Friday 19 September 2014

DRUNK:


Pissed, pie-eyed, or maybe, merely drunk,

Bladdered, leathered, or as drunk as a skunk,

Mashed, smashed, pickled, piddled or tiddled,

Off their heads & continuously wasted & widdled,

Zonked, plonked & upon their dizzy backs laid,

Squiffy, whiffy, arms akimbo & legs well splayed,

Winded by wine, tickled by tots, blinkered by beer,

Whiskey loosened tongues & maudlin sung tears,

Words slurring, tongues furring, it matters not a jot,

Of bourbon, vodka, gin, whatever, just another tot,

Bars, pubs, taverns, inns, towers of addled brains,

Havens where they go, to forget their living pains,

Bacchus at his feast, could not compete with this,

I fear, something in this place, is seriously amiss.

 

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